Caught Up Navessa Allen Quotes

He's ruthless; a walking red flag. Good thing red is my favorite color.

Grab her hand in the streets and her hair in the sheets.

One penis. For fifty years, Lauren.” She blinked and met my gaze. “Learn from my mistakes. Be a slut while you still can.

Something about a man on a bike scrambled my brain to the point that if I ever tried to speak to him, I’d probably blurt something stupid like, “Hi. Hot. Fuck?

God bless women who weren’t afraid to tell you what they wanted.

I don’t want to clip your wings, Lo. I want to see you fly.

Get on your knees and pray

That’s me, a real gentleman. Grab her hand in the streets and her hair in the sheets.

Just once, I wished someone else would make a goddamn decision so I didn’t have to think so fucking much all the time.

I’d said it before, and I’d say it again: Cat people were fucking weird.

She was my match, my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her like one if she let me.

She made me feel alive. She made me want to fight to keep living, to not let the monsters and the darkness win, because it was so much better being surrounded by her light. And if her penchant for taser play had taught me anything, she could more than put me in my place if necessary. She was my match, my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her like one if she let me.

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It had become my mantra because I had learned the hard way that if you give people second chances, they’ll only use them to hurt you more.

Run, Lauren,” I said, unable to stop myself. “Make it good for both of us.

Beside them, Taylor clutched the largest, floppiest of her dildos. Ryan looked over at it agape. “What are you planning to do with that?” “Dick-whip him,” Taylor said.

What are you going to do instead?” she asked. “I’m considering joining the priesthood.” She grinned. “Does that mean I’ll get to call you Daddy?” I nearly choked. “Isn’t it Father?” “Tomato, tomahto.

Whenever i got close to him, the rational part of my brain fucked off to the moon.

Don’t boss me around or I’ll come.

Walter is a girl!” Taylor yelled past me for some fucking reason. Junior’s smile widened, eyes boring into mine, and I realized what she’d done. Oh, no. He parted his lips and dropped his voice into a bass growl. “Good girl.” Behind me, Taylor let out a sound like a dying whale, clearly overwhelmed by her praise kink.

Alec threw his shovel aside and dropped to his knees. “What’s in the box?” he yelled, doing his best Brad Pitt impersonation.

Taking a deep breath, I turned her back around to face the wall, whispering into her ear, “Only for you, Lo.” And then I dropped to my knees.

What are you doing here?" I leaned in too, glad for the excuse to get close to her, "Filing my taxes. You?" "Filing a restraining order.

I was in a confessional booth, near a packed banquet hall, a group of people just outside, speared on the head of a cock, with a man’s hand stroking my clit.

I’d said it before and I’d say it again, cat people were fucking weird.

Nothing is ever black and white, not even the mob.

Josh materialized at my side. “Take another step toward her, Nico. I dare you.

If hell had orgies, his cologne was what they smelled like: dark, smoky, with a seductive hint of spiced musk and the subtle tang of sadism.

This was what I got for spending so much time on BikeTok.

Every time I got around pregnant women and they started talking about what they were going through, it made me question whether or not I wanted to have kids, or at least whether or not I wanted to bear them myself. Surrogacy or adoption were looking real tempting right now.

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.

So, what are you going to do if Junior pops up somewhere while you’re there?” “Hide,” I declared. “My hormones can’t be trusted around him.

Oh, god. Why was the sound of a man debasing himself so fucking hot?

The look on his face was so… raw. So full of need and devotion and possession that I fell in love with him all over again.

I’d spent nearly a decade keeping my distance from Lauren, and god help anyone who tried to get between us this time.

When I was done, he smiled. “That sounds like a complete shit show.” “You in?” “Fuck, yeah,” he said.

my submissive little soul lit up with pleasure.

but all I felt was dark triumph, my blood humming, soul baying like a wolf claiming its kill. Mine.

Nothing is ever black and white.

Being with Lauren was the last time I’d let myself feel anything other than dead inside, and part of me wanted to remember what it was like to be alive.

Fine.” I huffed, “I went boneless like the submissive slut I am. […] Those fucking green eyes of his stared straight into my horny little soul. I couldn’t help it!

I wanted her to crave me, need me. Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely. I didn't give a single, solitary fuck

I quickly looked away. My mouth dry. My nether regions… not.

I’m telling you, he’s here,” an unmistakable, feminine, Irish voice said. Junior tore himself away from me, eyes wide. “Look,” Moira said. “The little GPS dot says he’s right here somewhere.” “Junior?” Nico Senior called out.

Yes, he’d stalked me, and yes, he’d done other terrible things, but if he was being honest, and I believed he was, then none of it was about control. He’d done it all to protect me, to make my life easier, better, and I wasn’t in danger

I am not discussing my sex life with my grandmother.” That was a step too far, even for me. “Fine,” she said. “Just tell me that you’re having lots of it. I loved your grandfather more than anything, but my biggest regret in life is that I wasn’t a complete skank before I met him.

Only once they were on, bathing the space in a soft glow that made it look more cozy than spooky, did I realize I just spent over 20 minutes giving a makeover to a derelict arcade because I wanted to impress a girl. And to think, just last week, I’d burned a man’s house to the ground and nearly beaten him to death afterwards. I contained multitudes.

You’re building your empire, brick by brick, with your own two hands. It’s not like I held a gun to the head of every one of your subs and forced them to follow you. they chose to because you’re damn good at your job. You make people feel seen and accepted. No matter who they are or what kind of hell they’re stuck in." My heart softened. Was he talking about himself?

Not just my cock, but my protection, my loyalty, my trust, and even my heart. I loved this woman. I’d always loved her. Always would love her, no matter what other crazy-ass shit happened in the future. She was who I was breaking free for, she was who I wanted to build a life with, a real life, lived out in the open and not in the shadows, where I’d spent every moment up until now.

So it is a weird request?” she asked. “Is it a food fetish or something?” Ryan reached out to grip her other side. “No, honey. It isn’t a food fetish.” Taylor looked between us, clearly confused. I dropped my voice. “The man wants to eat you. And not in a hot way.” Her expression flashed to shock. “No.” Ryan nodded. “It’s a cannibal fetish.” Taylor looked like she was going to be sick. “No.” “Is this your first one?” I asked. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IS THIS MY FIRST CANNIBAL?” she screeched.

Aly settled back in her seat. “Yeah, I do.” Josh wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smiling ear to ear, and I’d never been more grateful to have these two assholes in my life.

Then tell me what you do want.” She was quiet for a beat, but then a slow, evil smile spread over her face, and when she finally spoke, her voice was steady, unwavering. Determined. “I want you to grovel.

What was it about a guy kitted out in motorcycle gear that was such a turn-on? Was it the badass stereotype? The fact that so many bikers had been depicted as rebels without a cause in film and TV? Or was it the anonymity of the helmet? Anyone could be underneath that thing, and I’d always had a bit of a mask kink.

Earlier, she’d been so distracted trying to pretend she didn’t still want me that slipping a discreet tracker into her handbag had been child’s play.

Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely. I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.

a murderer, a cannibal, thousands of tiny spiders waiting to crawl all over me. I don’t know what it said about me that the last possibility was the only one that freaked me out.

No signs of a murderer, but I didn’t let my guard down. The spiders could be anywhere.

by that Maya Angelou quote: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It had become my mantra because I had learned the hard way that if you give people second chances, they’ll only use them to hurt you more.

This spring had passed in a blur, kicked off by an accidental homicide that my idiot cousin, Aly, and her boyfriend committed.

Lauren was so determined to secure rights for sex workers because she was one herself. And I was her number one fan.

Lauren was so determined to secure rights for sex workers because she was one herself. And I was her number one fan. Just beneath her creator profile was a small button that allowed you to request a custom video from her. I tapped it and then sent my latest request, along with a message. Good job with Blackwell today. I’m proud of you. Now show me how proud you are of yourself, Lauren.

For everyone ready to play.

At five ten,

Mom, please,” I interrupted. “No more nun jokes.” She had a godawful habit of comparing the weather to nuns’ unmentionable places. Some of the worst I’d heard recently were, “Dry as a nun’s fanny,” “Cold as a nun’s teats,” and “Windy as a nun’s arsehole.

You can do it, Lo,” I said. “Show those aliens who the queen of Powder Mountain is.” She died instantaneously.

This country loved shitting on immigrants, despite the fact that almost everyone here was descended from them,

Let me go change, and I’ll tell you the whole story. I was halfway up the stairs when my phone rang. “Nonna” flashed across the caller ID, and

I’d learned all her sounds, studied the way she made herself climax. It might have seemed obsessive, but it wasn’t; it was strategic. One day, I would use everything I’d learned against her, make her come faster than anyone else had, convince her that my hands and my tongue and my dick were made to get her off. I wanted her to crave me, need me. Was it manipulative? All kinds of messed up? Absolutely. I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.

Fuck, how could I get away from Dad without risking my relationship with her?

No, I hadn’t figured out how to get free from my father yet but I needed to find some way to do it and fast because it was time for a new chapter of my life to start. I was done fucking around on the internet like some weirdo. I needed to see Lauren. In person.

There wasn’t anything else to compare it to. Words like sweet, bitter, sharp and musky. Descriptors that most women didn’t want to hear since they didn’t sound like they should taste good, but they fucking did.

I hurt her once already. I don’t want to do it again.” “What makes you so sure you will?” Josh asked. I dropped to my hands and faced him, letting my own monster shine through. “Because all I do is hurt people.

Don’t feel bad for me, Lo. You don’t know what I’ve done in my life.” “So? Just because you’ve done bad things doesn’t mean you’re not worthy of my empathy.

Damn pain in the ass, jungle gym, fuckin’ bullshit.

My sexting channel is open if you want to see what a whore I'll be for you.

Good boy,” he said. “Walter is a girl!” Taylor yelled past me for some fucking reason. Junior’s smile widened, eyes boring into mine, and I realized what she’d done. Oh, no. He parted his lips and dropped his voice into a bass growl. “Good girl.

My intentions. How to respond? There were so many options, so many fantasies I’d played out in my mind with her already. There was the one of waking her up in the middle of the night with a knife to her throat, but instead of turning the blade on her, I slid the handle between her legs and used it to edge her to the brink of insanity, teasing her but never giving her what she wanted despite how much she begged and sobbed for release. Or the one where I kidnapped her in the hospital parking garage, drove her into the middle of the woods, and told her to run as far as she could because what I planned to do when I caught her would make even the Devil weep.

Good job with Blackwell today. I’m proud of you. Now show me how proud you are of yourself, Lauren.

Nope. Stop that, I told myself. You’re trying to be a better human being, and homicidal thoughts like that aren’t helping you find her.

I don’t think that’s it,” Nic said. “After Fred ran my guard dog off, Maud threatened me with a knife.” I snorted. “Sure she did.

I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, especially not the assholes from the old neighborhood.

It would feel so good to say no. To ruin him like he had ruined me. But I was too soft-hearted for it, too fair.

It sucked to find out I was wrong about him.

Nothing about the way he’d begged me to forgive him was casual.

I’d handed him my battered, bruised heart and told him to be careful with it, and instead, he’d crushed it in his fist.

I’d spent my whole life waiting for people to hurt me.

You have me,” I told her. “All of me.” Not just my cock, but my protection, my loyalty, my trust, and even my heart. I loved this woman. I’d always loved her. Always would love her, no matter what other crazy-ass shit happened in the future. She was who I was breaking free for, she was who I wanted to build a life with, a real life, lived out in the open and not in the shadows, where I’d spent every moment up until now. I wanted to explore my kinks with her, go to brunch with her and her friends, watch TV together, do all the other cute couple shit that I never thought I would get to experience.

Yeah, she’d been shy and studious, but she’d also been a little weird, and that was one of the things I’d liked about her most.

He’d shown me that he couldn’t be trusted with my heart, and I believed him.

I wanted him ruthless. Wanted him to use me like his plaything. And maybe that was because it would be easier to keep myself from getting attached if there was no gentleness or affection, or maybe that was because it was just how I liked it.

Only once they were on, bathing the space in a soft glow that made it look more cozy than spooky, did I realize I’d just spent over twenty minutes giving a makeover to a derelict arcade because I wanted to impress a girl. And to think, just last week, I’d burned a man’s house to the ground and nearly beaten him to death afterward. I contained multitudes.

I’d found her G-spot. All the idiot men out there who claimed it was a myth either hadn’t spent enough time asking their partners what felt good, or they didn’t understand basic anatomy.

The lie tasted like ash in my mouth, like the ruined embers of my dreams.

and I knew all too well that you didn’t have to use physical force to harm someone. Psychological weapons could be just as devastating.

making small talk with strangers makes me want to gouge my fucking eyes out. I don’t know how to talk to normal people anymore. I don’t give a shit about how long the wait list for day care is or what everyone is watching on TV. And one day, the intrusive thoughts will win and the next time someone asks what I do for work, I’ll just start talking and see how long it takes before they run screaming away from me.

knowing there was a scary motherfucker with a skewed moral compass looking out for me made me feel safe and protected.

Don’t let it get to your head,” I told him. “It’s just because you come in a pretty package. Too bad it’s empty inside.

He lunged. It happened so fast and was so unexpected that I didn’t get my arms up in time to block him. For all the awful shit he’d said and done over the course of my lifetime, he’d never hit me, and it took me a moment to realize that his hands were around my neck, and he was squeezing, his expression a rictus of rage, black eyes burning with fury.

Time seemed to slow. I tried to drag in a breath and couldn’t, staring at him in disbelief, feeling like I was having an out-of-body experience. My own fucking father was strangling me in front of my girlfriend and entire family. I thought I’d known the worst of what he was capable of, but I’d never expected this. With the last of my breath, I wheezed, “Dad.” The word seemed to ricochet through him like a bullet. His fingers slackened on my neck. The fury bled from his eyes. I watched his lips part and horror creep into his expression like he finally realized what he was doing.

It’s because they know they haven’t won you over yet.” “I don’t think that’s it,” Nic said. “After Fred ran my guard dog off, Maud threatened me with a knife.

Nowadays, I lived by that Maya Angelou quote: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It had become my mantra because I had learned the hard way that if you give people second chances, they’ll only use them to hurt you more.